A Devil's Requisite
by walkingfire
Summary: After a bout of training Kiba ponders his dachikou. Kiba x Issei. Shounen-ai with a small yaoi scene.
1. Chapter 1

So... It's been awhile.

This is a KibaxIssei fanfic; shounen-ai with a pinch of yaoi. Not a fan then I would recommend you don't read.

If you'd like to read anyway, and for those who want to read, by all means~.

Time-wise this isn't really set anywhere; I guess the daichikou reference would make it after Light Novel 11 though.

No spoilers though, so don't worry~.

I don't own High School DxD; 'tis the work of Ichiei Ishibumi.

I must say, humbly, that I'm quite satisfied with the way that this turned out.

Hope you guys enjoy as well~.

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Both boys were breathing hard.

Sweat rolled down their bodies as they stared each other down. The two observed and assessed, searching for some sort of opening in the other.

They were still.

And then they moved.

Hyoudou Issei swung his armored hand at the same time Kiba Yuuto brought a holy sword towards his foe. The two weapons clashed and strained against each other; neither warrior budged an inch.

That is, before Gasper called for lunch.

"T-time!" The young vampire yelled lightly, just barely audible to the devils yards away from him. At that Kiba and Issei dispelled their weapons, grinning lightly. The adrenaline that still coursed through their veins faded slowly as they caught their breath, and the tension from battle eased.

The pawn exhaled, running a hand through his hair, "Another tie. Kiba, the hell have you done lately?"

"Ah, I've been meeting with Okita-san these past couple of days." Yuuto replied smoothly, impeccable smile in place once again, "He's been going over my basics pretty thoroughly."

"Gotcha." Issei nodded. The thought struck him that he should go over his basics with Tannin-ossan too, but it was fleeting; he nodded off, again, again, and then again, blinking blearily.

"Tired?" Kiba inquired worriedly, coming just a touch closer to the pawn.

Issei stiffened as the distance lessened.

And so, in turn, the knight backed off with liquid grace, maintaining his geniality.

"Uh, ah, uh-huh." The brunette replied intelligently, hoping the other hadn't noticed his discomfort. He continued speaking, trying to ignore what had just happened, "Ri- Buchou and the others were a uh, a little overly affectionate last night."

"Oh? How so?"

"…! That-!" Surprisingly Issei looked a little uncomfortable; it was strange, especially for someone so open about his pursuits and interests. Yuuto made a couple of inferences on his friend's behalf, coming to a quite interesting conclusion. Issei wouldn't tell him what happened, to protect the girls from his imagination. After all, no matter what Kiba might do to Issei, he was still a guy, and still healthily attracted to women. The Occult members were no exception.

Yuuto laughed quietly, cutting off Issei's attempted response.

"If you don't want to tell me that's fine."

"Hmph!" The Sekiryuutei jerked his head to the side, embarrassed at having been embarrassed. For the good-looking guy this was probably nothing, but to him-!

Hell the shitty bastard had his pick of every lady he met! Ecchi things probably happened to him all the time! Just imagining it was making the Sekiryuutei see green. Since it was Kiba, it probably went like…

"_Kyaa~ Kiba-sama~!" A group of women in various states of undressed lay sprawled on and around a large, circular bed. Their Prince had satisfied them all multiple times, but they couldn't help but want more. _

_And said Prince knelt in the middle of it all. _

_Sweat glistened off his skin, and lean muscle moved as he stretched luxuriously. _

"_Well then…" Smiling, as always, handsomely, Kiba swiped a thumb across the tip of his tongue. _

"_Who's next?" _

"_IYANN~! KIBA-SAMA~!"_

"_FWAH HA HA! THAT'S RIGHT! I AM THE HANDSOME PRINCE KIBA YUUTO! EVEN IF I AM AS MUCH OF A PERVERT AS HYOUDOU ISSEI, I CAN GET AWAY WITH IT, BECAUSE I AM SO HANDSOME!" He cackled, brining his hands to clasp around the soft breasts of the two girls closest to him. They moaned eagerly in his skillful hands. _

"_IYANN~! KIBA-SAMA~!"_

"_YES! NOW COME TO ME, MY LOVELIES! MWAH HA HA HA!"_

"_I AM KIBA! HEAR ME ROAR!" _

Issei blinked at the last thought, and stifled a tempting chortle.

…

It probably didn't go exactly like that.

But still, really, Kiba could attract the ladies like magnets.

And most, if not all women, were clearly repelled by him.

…

The thought then occurred to him that he had just imagined his friend semi-naked, about to have sex.

He was little disturbed at that.

….

Actually really disturbed.

…

No! No, he was trying to make a point and that's it! It's not like he was trying to imagine Kiba naked. Well, no, he technically was but- BUT to illustrate that he, Kiba, was quite the handsome bastard-

But not like that-!

Shit.

"Are you sure you're okay? Your face is really red."

Fuck. He was dropping this topic.

"Fine. I'm fine."

"You look like you're trying to think."

"Actually I'm trying no-" Issei furrowed his brow, suddenly annoyed, "HEY! What are you trying to say Kiba?!"

"I'll let you figure it out." Yuuto chuckled in reply.

Issei couldn't help but snort as well.

"Bastard…" He muttered, purely out of appearance sake.

"Yes, yes..."

"S-sempais!" Their conversation was interrupted by Gasper. He was still quite a distance away, waving awkwardly to the two with both hands, trying to catch their attention, "Be-bentous are here for you both, s-since it's lunchtime."

"Oh!?" Issei seemed to brighten at that, excited, both at the prospect of eating and-

"Who made it?! Rias? Asia? Ak-"

"I-I made it." The blonde vampire replied hesitantly.

"Tch."

"I heard that!" That one sound was enough to send Gasper to tears. He started to sob cutely, upset, "I P-PUT A LOT OF LOVE INTO THOSE BENTOUS!"

"DON'T SAY 'LOVE' TO A GUY!"

"Uwah~!" Being yelled at only seemed to upset the cross-dressing boy even further, and the sobs became steadily louder. Reflexively Issei only became more annoyed, starting to yell at the other boy vehemently. His thoughts nonsensical and jumbled as he swayed slightly on his feet, trying to blink free of fatigue.

Kiba sighed.

"Alright." He rubbed the back of his neck handsomely, breathing out slow. The blonde then called back to his kouhai reassuringly, over Issei's continuing reprimands, "Gasper, thank you, I'll come and pick those bentous up shortly. Issei-kun is a little tired today, so that's probably why he's a little cranky. I'm sure he didn't mean any of what he said or is saying."

"Really?"

"Mhmm."

Yuuto then grabbed the Sekiryuutei's upper arm, this time ignoring the stiffening.

"Issei-kun is going to rest for awhile. Let me sit him down, okay, Gasper?"

"Hai!"

The brunette grumbled, "You can't be serious."

"I sure am." He replied, walking over to a large, shading tree. Issei pulled away from Kiba, but complied, settling himself at the foot of the trunk. The ground was cool, and a light wind that swept through the treetops made him close his eyes in pleasure. He opened them quickly though, realizing Kiba was still there. He looked up, at the same time that Kiba turned away from him.

"Let me get those bentous then."

"Mmm." Unbothered and oblivious, a yawn escaped Issei's lips, and he ruffled a hand through his hair messily. The brunette then vigorously shook his head as he started to nod off once more. No! Shit. They were supposed to continue training after lunch. He had to keep training! Definitely…

"Kiba?"

"Yes, Issei-kun?"

"I'm not going to sleep, but…"

"F-five minutes." He muttered, "Be back in five minutes. We'll eat and then continue."

Issei's eyes fluttered.

Kiba nodded, and a ghost of a smile came across his face.

"Sure thing."

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"Is… is he really not mad at me?"

"I don't think so Gasper." Yuuto replied kindly, "He's not one to stay mad for long anyways."

"That's- that's true, isn't it?" The little vampire seemed to brighten at that. Still, he let out a rueful sigh at the end.

"Maybe I should've asked B-Buchou to make it instead." Gasper thought aloud, meekly handing the boxes over to his housemate, "Issei-sempai probably would've appreciated it m-more if it was from her."

"That-" Yuuto started to say something, but then stopped; he couldn't truthfully deny the thought. Before he could respond with a proper reply to his kouhai the smaller blonde continued to speak.

"Is it tough for you Sempai?"

Yuuto raised his eyebrows, startled, "Gasper?"

"Being with Issei-sempai."

"I…" Yuuto trailed off, unsure of what to say.

A wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

And he wondered in what context Gasper meant his question.

A silence fell briefly on the two but the knight filled it, voicing the answer he thought best for Gasper, "It's what our friendship is. I understand some things about Issei and he does the same of me. He might get a little… excessive with the skirt-chasing, but if he didn't have that part of his character, he wouldn't be the Issei I became friends with, right?"

"Mmm, I see what you're saying."

"And besides," Yuuto continued, "Remember what he taught you. Getting upset over something like this isn't very manly right?"

"Oh, right!" Gasper winced, thumping his forehead in an unintentionally adorable manner.

"Keeping track of this manliness stuff is hard."

Yuuto nodded, and patted the vampire's head, "Do your best."

"H-hai!"

The older male nodded, before looking down at the bentous in his hand.

There were only two.

"Are you not…?"

"Ah." Gasper brightened, "Koneko-chan and the others… in-invited me to lunch with them. I'm supposed to meet them now actually."

"Really?" Yuuto raised his eyebrow once more, surprised with the hikikomori.

"Mhmm." The smaller blonde made a sheepish grin, "I-I've been trying."

"I'm proud. I'm sure Issei-kun would be too."

Gasper and Yuuto parted ways, the former heading toward the Hyoudou residence (Xenovia picking him up on the way) while the latter walked back toward Issei, his eyes closed in thought. The blonde knight breathed out, enjoying the quiet.

That's what their friendship was huh?

But for him…

Yuuto opened his eyes.

"Issei-kun, the bentous are-"

He stopped.

And examined the prone figure before him.

His head was tipped back against the trunk, exposing an inviting skin of neck. His arms were loose in his lap, legs folded Indian style. Issei's large, amber eyes were closed, shut tight. The frame of his body rose and fell gently with each breath.

He was asleep.

"Well then," The blonde moved, coming out his stillness and breaking the silence. He came closer to the pawn. Yuuto squatted down -still handsomely- and put the bentous to the side.

The knight folded arms, leaning them on his knees.

He stared contemplatively at Issei.

"What am I supposed to do now?"


	2. Chapter 2

Don't own High School DxD

Tiny yaoi scene is the italics~.

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The most obvious thing to do was to wake him up.

"Issei-ku-" The knight reached for his companion-

And then stopped, instinctively

…

Yuuto blinked, his lips quirked.

When did it come to this?

Bentous placed to the side, he shifted, coming just the slightest bit closer as he brought his knees down to the floor. The knight reached for Issei once more. He was still hesitant, still unsure of where to place his hand, but he eventually settled on the shoulder, giving it a rough shake, "Issei-kun."

However as benign as that motion was, it served only to complicate matters for himself.

Because the pawn didn't wake.

Instead he mumbled quietly, something Yuuto didn't quite catch, the force of the shake causing his head to tilt, to plop suddenly to the side.

His face now rested against the top of the knight's hand.

... Yuuto couldn't help it, the temptation was too great. He carefully turned his hand over, fingertips whispering against strands of chocolate hair, the pale nape of the neck. Issei's cheek lay cupped his hand, warm against his skin.

It was the closest he had ever touched.

The knight kept still, examining the situation, the person before him. From here Issei's eyelashes seemed longer than usual. Yuuto swept his thumb over a small blemish on the devil's otherwise smooth face. His eyes trailed down, to a soft, in his eyes, perfect mouth.

Yuuto moved in.

He was close, a breath away-

But then a rueful smile fell onto his face.

And he stopped his advance.

"And the devil would lure me with naught but his presence." He murmured, slipping his hand away. The knight leisurely fell back onto his hands before straightening, sitting in an identical way to Issei. He exhaled, easing out his one-sided tension before staring back at the person before him.

Hyoudou Issei would never reciprocate his love.

It was a fact he constantly reminded himself of, one that would remain unchanged.

It was something he had known from the start, really, right when he realized he possessed a love that deviated from the familial, like his relationship with Buchou, or that of friendship, like what he had with Koneko. What had once been friendship couldn't be contained from growing, thriving into feelings he struggled to keep hidden.

He wanted to hold Issei, to touch him without having a reason, an excuse, to do so. To see Issei smile and laugh, because of him alone and just in general.

He wanted Issei's happiness.

…But there were darker desires too.

_"Ah- No-! K-kiba I c-can't-!" A shaking voice. Tear-filled, pleading eyes. Legs that dripped with preparation and pleasure. Fingertips that twitched and pressed against him from a hand placed on his chest for support, as the pawn attempted to lower himself onto the other._

_But Yuuto would kiss the pain away._

_He would surge up, kiss and mark pliant, eager, and sensitive skin that reacted to his every touch. Issei would shiver, gasp, make small noises that he would be so desperate to hide but would eventually, inevitably, turn into moans._

_Issei would cling to Yuuto then, clutch his shoulders as the knight helped him down. And once he was all the way in Yuuto would grasp that face caught in a mix of confusion, arousal and embarrassment, pull it down as he leaned up, and capture those wet lips to his ow-_

"Rias."

Yuuto jerked, startled out of his thoughts.

He hadn't said her name.

"Rias, I-." The real Issei whispered once more. The rest of his talk was gibberish, beyond those two words. He turned over, as much as he could anyway, half-sitting, half-laying on his side, supporting the rest of his body on the tree.

Still sound asleep.

The knight closed his eyes.

For just a moment.

And then opened them, chuckling, blocking out any other emotions that threatened to come through.

"Trust the harem king to be the one to stop my dirty dreams."

Perhaps Issei had some sort of a sensor in him~? He certainly seemed attuned enough to whenever Yuuto attempted to get closer to him, backing away clumsily, hastily, and now, stopping him even unconsciously.

His friend would never approach him, touch him with any amorous intention.

Which, in a way, made sense.

It was why he could never picture Issei as the top.

Well, to be fair, he had… attempted to picture it, right when the rumors initially started there was no way he could avoid doing so, but it never fit. He simply couldn't see it. His straight -very straight- skirt-chasing, breast-worshipping friend suddenly pushing him down, eager to rip off his clothes.

He, on the other hand…

Yuuto roved his eyes briefly over Issei's sleeping form.

…

Couldn't deny the possibility was present.

…But what then?

'Hey Issei-kun. I really enjoyed suddenly screwing you senseless yesterday. Hopefully you did too. Today though, we should probably double up on our practice matches, since we didn't get much done before I started doing you. How does that sound?'

The knight abruptly scoffed, half-laughed at himself.

Impossible.

So impossible, that, in a way, he had long since given up on this futile pursuit.

Even he enjoyed their training after all. Their talks.

It wouldn't be far to say that Issei was the first real best friend he ever had.

His dachikou.

One joke, just the slightest touch too far and he could loose that title and everything it stood for.

So what could he do? What should he do?

Because even still he…

He-

Yuuto abruptly cut his gaze, turning away from Issei.

Stop.

He needed to stop.

There was no point in thinking about it.

Their relationship was never going to change. Issei would never love him; his pal would continue to expand his harem and live in happiness with all of them. He and Issei would become ultimate devils together –they promised after all, a promise between friends- and that was that. They would live for hundreds of years, and their relationship would continue as it was.

In good times and bad, in sickness and in health-

They would be friends.

That was all that was possible.

And that was all he could be satisfied with.

"Kiba?"

Yuuto's ears perked as he was startled out of his thoughts; he looked up, wondering if, involuntarily hoping that, Issei was still asleep.

Alas, no.

The pawn was in the beginning stages of waking up, shifting, patting a hand across his cheek to brush the dirt away, while using the other to swipe across his eyes. How long was he out for? What time was it? He winced, a dull headache forming in the back of his head.

He felt similarly refreshed and not all at once.

He found Kiba sitting across from him, not too far away too.

Issei started.

…How long had that guy been there for? What had Kiba been doing? Had he been watching him the whole time?! Well, not that he had been asleep long though... Still, that would be a little creep-!

"Had a good nap, Issei-kun?"

"Eh? Ah, yeah." Issei yawned, rubbing the back of his skull as he did so. He sat up properly, coming face to face with the knight. "It hasn't been too long ri-"

Oh. What the…?

The Sekiryuutei suddenly stopped speaking, and so Yuuto looked at him in curiosity, "Issei-kun?"

"Are you okay?"

Yuuto appraised him questioningly, momentarily, before slipping a neutral expression on.

Just as usual.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Uh, well, your eyes seem kinda red?"

"Do they?"

"Yeah," The pawn leaned forward and raised a hand, pointing out what he had observed, "Both of them are pretty red, but this one-"

Issei paused once more as this time Kiba backed away, jerkily; he himself finally realized how close he had come.

"…!" The pawn backed up as well, apologizing hastily, "S-sorry."

"…"

"Nothing to apologize for." Yuuto said smoothly.

"H-hah… Right." Issei intelligently replied. He noisily cleared his throat; how the hell did he make things so awkward between them?

But then the pawn rose up, briskly dusting off his pants.

Issei held out a hand to Kiba.

"Well, let's go." He said expectantly.


	3. Chapter 3

How 'bout that? I still don't own High School DxD.

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Yuuto looked at Issei.

He looked at the hand offered to him, the person attached to it and for once thoroughly examined him with Issei's full awareness.

As Issei heated considerably he chuckled.

Aha.

Even as he tried to stop…

Surely this devil was a sweet temptation.

"Actually," Yuuto began, grabbing suddenly at Issei's hand. He clasped it, wrenching the pawn down to himself.

"Mmph!" Issei's eyes widened as he found himself smashed into Kiba's chest, breathing in all of his scent. He stayed there for just a moment though, before his friend pushed him down into the soft grass, right onto his back.

"Kiba! What the hell are you-!" He trailed off, tugging at a right hand trapped uselessly over his head. The left fisted into the cloth of Kiba's shirt, trying to push him back.

"You asked me if I was okay right?" Above him the knight towered, his body draping over his own. Yuuto held himself from touching the majority of Issei though, his hand over Issei's own, his knees just brushing against Issei's legs as he leaned down towards his face.

A small part of his mind was aware of what he was doing.

His was jeopardizing the status quo.

Their relationship could be permanently scarred.

He could lose Issei.

"I'm not."

Yuuto continued.

"I'm not okay." He repeated once more, to the bewildered Issei.

"Why? What-"

"There's something that has been on my mind for awhile." He interrupted, "Something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time."

At that Issei could tense only further, freezing. A thousand ideas passed through his head, none of them good, but one was at the forefront, one he refused to acknowledge completely for the longest time.

Even now he tried not to think the thought, the possibility that-

No. No, no, no. Besides, there was definitely something wrong with this picture. Well, this picture was definitely wrong in general, but-

How could he put it- It-

"Issei-kun."

"What?" The Sekiryuutei growled, embarrassed and annoyed. He met eyes briefly with Kiba before looking away, increasingly uncomfortable. His hand twisted tighter into the cloth of Kiba's jacket, pushing harder. The hell, why didn't this idiot get off of him already?!

There was that same heat in his friend's eyes that would flare occasionally.

That sharpness.

It made him feel targeted, like prey, when he wasn't supposed to be.

He was the dominant in this relationship anyway right? …! Well, not that they were in a relationship and he didn't want to be either but he thought that he was usually perceived as such-

But then why-?

…!

Issei grit his teeth.

Fucking hell, he shouldn't be thinking of this crap in the first place.

The Sekiryuutei pressed at Kiba's shoulder at the same time that Yuuto moved closer.

"You won't hear what I have to say?"

"Not- not like this!" He ardently protested.

"Uncomfortable?"

"What do you thi-! Uwah!" Issei went wide-eyed, moving his grip from the cloth of Kiba's shirt to his roving hand, the fingertips of which were trailing dangerously foreign against his bare skin, just skimming under the bottom of his shirt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Kiba didn't answer, but winced a little inwardly.

His desires were getting slightly ahead of him.

But his lips twitched just slightly as well.

He would remember the feel, that reaction.

Store it away for future reference.

He pulled his hand away though, murmuring softly as he came in even closer, right next to Issei's cheek, "My mistake."

"Kib-"

"Well then, Issei-kun." Yuuto whispered handsomely into his ear, fighting to keep his expression the same as the other flinched just slightly. He could feel the Issei's heartbeat though his clothes, the heat he nervously gave off as his frame rose and fell with each awkward, tepid breath he took.

The knight wondered why Issei hadn't pushed him off yet.

"What's been on my mind this whole time was…"

"…Was…?" Issei prompted, curiosity getting a small lead over his discomfort. Nevertheless he strained, bringing his ear away from the slightest touch of Kiba's lips.

"What I've wanted to tell you is…"

"Is?!"

The knight raised himself up, to look Issei right in the eyes.

Yuuto smiled.

He chuckled.

And finally said…

"It's time for lunch."

"…Ha?"


	4. Chapter 4

I don't own High School DxD.

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Yuuto laughed artistically.

He took in Issei's bewilderment. The embarrassment, and pink hue.

His heat.

And his own.

The knight stayed there just a touch longer...

Before he pulled away from Issei.

Making sure his regret remained hidden.

"Like I said, it's time for lunch." He repeated. The blonde sat once again cross-legged, arms down his front, with hands clasping firmly at his ankles. Issei propped himself up on his elbows, still unsure.

"And they're right here, so I don't know where you were thinking of going. I went to pick them up from Gasper, remember?"

Issei's tension eased, "Oh. That lunch."

Yuuto gave Issei a dashing, gently challenging look.

"What did you think I was going to say?"

"…! I th-thought…"

"Yes?"

How the hell was he supposed to reply?

'I thought you were going to were going to confess something I never _ever_ wanted to hear from another guy's mouth. Especially yours.'

Li-like hell!

"It's nothi-" Issei started to mumble, avoiding Kiba's gaze. He cut himself off though, as the prince's chuckles grew ever louder. He looked up, frowning, furrowing his eyebrows at his friend's knowing smile.

Suddenly he got it.

"You bastard! You did all that stuff on purpose!"

The blonde's eyes twinkled.

"Is that so?"

"Yes!" Issei insisted vehemently. He raised himself properly, wiping his body, his ears, his hands, as if to erase Kiba's touch. What, so that stupid bastard was only horsing around with him! Misleading him! He bared his teeth, furious with himself. And he had so idiotically fallen for it!

Yuuto watched Issei fume, for a moment or two.

Finally he cut in, his jovial countenance ever present.

"Did you not appreciate my joke, Issei-kun?"

Issei snorted crudely before turning his head to the side. As he waited Kiba opened his bento, starting to eat.

"It was a stupid joke." The Sekiryuutei grumbled soon after.

"That bad?" Kiba questioned curiously. He reached to his side, to pass a bento to his sparring partner.

"Th-that bad." Issei confirmed clumsily, accepting the box.

"I see."

Kiba took another bite.

…

"Something else I have to work on, I suppose." He remarked lightly.

The brunette kept eating, and didn't reply.

Yuuto looked to his friend. He was a touch worried.

What if…

Had he really gone too far?

"…Are you mad at me?"

Issei looked at him, bewildered.

"Hah?! No…" He trailed off, only to pick up again, "What's with you, suddenly?"

"Aha, I don't know…" The laughter returned to Yuuto's voice, though it was fleeting. He leaned back, having finished eating,

"Maybe I'm just trying to figure you out."

"…Wh-what kind of creepy things are you saying now?!"

"Haha, sorry."

Issei twitched. There was seriously something wrong with his friend today. He took a big bite out of his bento, pondering. Kiba usually wasn't this weird. He seemed distant. Lost.

It was hard to understand this guy, at times.

Trying to figure him out…

Issei paused, before voicing a reply, grumbling, "…That should be my line."

"Your line…?"

"..! Never mind!" The Sekiryuutei said hastily. Uwah, he had to be careful. For some reason, it felt like they were moving into BL-territory…

Having finished as well, Issei stretched, and turned to Kiba once again.

"Let's continue?"

…

Yuuto smiled.

"Of course."


	5. Epilogue

I don't own High School DxD.

So here's the end my darlings.

On a side note I originally had this as one whole document, but thought it might be easier/better presented like this.

As for the presentation, the characters, plot, setting and all that jazz... Let me know what you think!

Hope you guys enjoyed~.

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As he got up Issei offered Kiba a hand out of reflex, but paused hesitantly.

"You… you won't push me down again, will you?"

The knight laughed, quite openly and truly, before flashing him a smile once again.

He stared at what he couldn't have.

Push him down again...

He would like to but…

Issei would only, would always tense once again.

Yuuto clasped the held-out hand.

Tightly.

"Let's see..."

His requisite. His love.

... How could he ever stop?

"I'll try and resist the temptation."


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